‘Piglet trotted happily beside his best friend Pooh, Talking about nothing much, as best friends often do. When suddenly Pooh stopped and said, “I’ve got a Grand Idea, I’m going to catch a Heffalump. I’ve heard they live round here.”‘ When Winnie the Pooh sets out to catch a heffalump he finds himself in a sticky situation. But thankfully his best friend Piglet will always be there by his side. *** For as long as I can remember I’ve always loved Tigger from Winnie the Pooh. I never cared much for Pooh but I loved the stories for Tigger and the other characters. However looking back I think…

“What is the matter with Willaby Wallaby? Why is he sobbing and throwing a wobbly? Willaby Wallaby is not where he wants to be.” This bonza billabong tale will have you giggling and wondering when Willaby Wallaby will be where he wants to be! *** I picked this up out of luck in my local bookshop, Storytellers Inc, on Bookshop Day last weekend. Spike actually pulled it off the shelf and I thought the title sounded cute. I then realised it was the same author as one of my favourite picture books! I knew right then I would buy it but when the lovely Caroline said how much…

“Don’t show me your tweet-face or ur txt spk show me your True Face and let your heart speak” This is a guide to learning who you are and loving yourself for it. It is a guide to help unmask the real you. Not the you shown to your facebook friends, or the you put across in class or when you are trying to impress. Its time to show the real you, the one you hide away because you think its boring, or stupid, or some other annoying put down that your inner voice has come up with. Its time you silenced that inner voice and lived the life you…

“When I was a little girl I actually used to dream of it. I would be in a boat, gliding through sparkling water, and there in the distance I’d see an island. But it wasn’t green like real islands are. It was all dark and brown, as if someone had lit a fire and burnt up the whole place. But of course, I knew differently. And as my boat came nearer I grew more and more excited, until at last, with only a few yards to go, I couldn’t wait any longer. So I’d leap out, feel the water cool on my skin, wade forward, then throw myself on the…

“Long ago, when the world was young and people still thought of the marsh and the mists and the witch in the woods, there lived a girl called Vasilisa, whose mother fell gravely ill. On her deathbed, Vasilisa’s mother called for her daughter. She took a little wooden doll from beneath her pillow, saying, ‘When I am gone, I shall leave you this doll with my blessing. Promise me you’ll always keep her with you, and promise you’ll never show her to another soul. Whenever you need guidance or comfort, give the doll food and she will ease your troubles.’ Visalia promised her mother all of these things.” Rosie’s grandmother…

“There is an uneasiness that remains after your best friend tries to kill you. But as Agatha gazed out at her and Sophie’s golden Statues, towering over the sun-speckled square, she swallowed it away. ‘I don’t know why it has to be a musical,’ she said, sneezing from the carnations on her pink dress. ‘No sweating in your costumes!’ Sophie barked at a boy struggling in a ferocious plaster dog head, while the girl roped to him stumbled around in her own cuddly dog head.” Agatha and Sophie are back in Gavaldon, living out their happy ever after together. But Agatha is missing her prince. A brief moment brings about…

“Soapy Thompson woke up with a cucumber on his head. It was large and green and still attached to the bush. He blinked a few times and wondered why his bedroom was so bright and why the ceiling was made of glass. And the walls. Soapy sat up and rubbed his eyes. There was a family of woodlice in his hair and his left cheek was encrusted with grotty bits of compost. He was in the greenhouse. Why?” Someone is doing some hilarious pranks around Soapy’s town and he just wishes he could be involved. Yet his boring life could never be as exciting as shooting his granny off her…

The spiral has existed as long as time has existed. It’s there when a girl walks through the forest, the moist green air clinging to her skin. There centuries later in a pleasant greendale, hiding the treacherous waters of Golden Beck that take Anna, who they call a witch. There on the other side of the world as a mad poet watches the waves and knows the horrors the hide, and far into the future as Keir Bowman realises his destiny. Each takes their next step in life. None will ever go back to the same place. And so, their journeys begin… *** Let me start this review…

“Lesson one Sometimes men fancy men Sometimes women fancy women Sometimes women fancy men and women Sometimes men fancy women and men Sometimes people don’t fancy anyone Sometimes a man might want to be a woman Sometimes a woman might want to be a man Got that? It really is that simple.” This Book is Gay takes all the myths and prejudice surrounding the notion of gender identity and sexual orientation and tells it how it is. The Queen of Teen James Dawson shows how all human beings are confusing creatures and how not everyone wants, or needs, labels to be who they really are. This book will have you…

“The list arrived two weeks after Sloane had been gone two weeks. I wasn’t at home to get it because I was at Sloane’s. Where I had gone yet again, hoping against hope to find her there. I had decided, as I’d driven over the her house, my iPod off and my hands gripping the steering wheel, that if she was there, I wouldn’t even need an explanation.” When Emily’s best friend Sloane disappears without a trace Emily is worried. Sloane and her parents are gone, Sloane isn’t answering emails, texts or phone calls and no one knows anything. Then Emilly is sent a list, she knows its from Sloane,…